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*Santa’s flipping burgers
The elves are unemployed

Paws curl. Whiskers rise.

The dead I loved have turned to mold and flimsy recollections of hope.
They spin around me, grazing the ground, twisting my steps.

You listen with a viciousness that takes my breath away;
You lie in wait for me to speak those things I cannot say.
My pain exists but not for you to lightly smile away;
My heart is tired of…

When will your lungs seize with heat?
When will the air crackle your skin?
When will you stop screaming?
When will your prayer be heard?
When will your wedding ring soften?
When will your …

My desire pales
when I think of another.
Passion-as-concept is mine.
If I don’t love, do I exist?

Give me an ocean and I’ll show you the gritty foam
That converges on the beach
And smells like dead fish.

Acid to acid.
Dust to dust.
It all comes out
in the

end.

As one mad with wine
I raise the spit-glass of my days.

Love me if you must but keep your distance.
I’m going my own way.

...sitting in this corner, a pile of me.
I can’t move.

I notice pant legs when they puddle around feet because it always looks to me like the person is growing up through the ground, forcing his or her way out of the folds of the earth.

Because they are still here in our hearts…

I sat on his loafers and put my chin in the palm of his hand.
I think I was a Lhasa Apso. And I don’t even like dogs that much.

I know I smiled last night.
My face was creased with it this morning.
And my thighs send lightning for him to return.
They always do.

I spent part of the afternoon analyzing my reaction to Frank’s morning…He may be in the hospital right now, desperately hoping for a glass of water, wishing he were dead.

I’m sucking light today, filing it away for a brighter day.
Darkness is in me.

Check it out, that shiny thing: it’s not equal to you,
even though it appears that way.
It’s a shimmer and a moment of light.
What are you?

I swooped into you and grabbed as much of your Gift as I could; I carried it away, I smeared it all over me; I breathed it in, I enveloped myself in it.
I devoured it, in my cruel way

All the attempts I made
Were thwarted…boiling oil
From the ramparts.
Alligators in the moat.